Some parents need a can of whoop-ass
Some people....
Today was my daughter's birthday party for her class (last year of kindergarten, she turned 6) and she had invited all girls of her class, 5 boys, and 1 boy who moved to a differnt city last year, but who is still the love of her life (so cute...:))
Everything was fine, the weather was lovely and we were at an animal farm / playground. All kids had a great time except for 1 girl. We noticed that she didn't really play but just drifted around by herself. My wife kept an eye on her. The problem was that she had spent a week or so sleeping over with someone else, and had just gotten back to her mother. And she missed her mother.
Fair enough, that can happen. The bigger problem was that the mom had dropped her off at the party and then stuck around together with a friend. Anyone who has kids knows that the only thing you can do if your kid is crying (because she does not want you to go) is to just go as soon as she is in good hands. To stick around is just prolonging the parting anxiety.
The mother told my wife that she would leave an hour later or so. Which is stupid, because as long as she stayed, the kid was miserable. Ok, I can even understand that she wanted to catch up with a friend and did not want to leave immediately. But what really freaked me out was that the girl kept drifting towards her mom, and she was crying and miserable, and the mom just told her to go away.
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This, to me, is incomprehensible. Especially since I know that girl and she is not usually a cry baby. So I did the only thing I could do (well, the only productive thing...) and picked up the girl, trying to soothe her. After a while she stopped crying and I tried to get her to do something (look at the animals, play with the other girls, ...). In the end I could persuade her to make a drawing with me. So we started drawing and I managed to take her mind off her mother (Despite being a grumpy cynic I am actually very good with kids)
And then her mother walked by our table (fussing over he other daughter who was walking around), and put us back to square one because the girl started crying again. Sigh. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Eventually I had cheered her up again, helped her with her pancake, and took her to the animal grounds to look at the baby goats. My main reason for going there was that it was out of sight of the mother. I spent an hour, playing with her and keeping her occupied, until the mother finally had left. Predictably, as soon as the mother was gone, she was fine and started playing with the other girls.
And I couldn't help feeling twilight-zone-weird because it had been up to me to soothe a crying girl who missed her mother, while the mother told her to go away, ignoring the fact that she herself was the cause of the problem. It didn't help my feeling of weirdness that the mother saw me trying to (with lots of effort) cheer up her daughter and still ignored her.
:banghead: